called Drinking White Wine That Your Manager Brought You in the Office on a Friday Night From a Paper Coffee Cup On Your Last Day At This Job and Now Begins a Three Day Weekend and You Have Two Brunches With Two of Your Favorite Human Beings Planned and Also There is A Craft Fair (And You’re Going!) and After That You Have a Week of a Normal Schedule at a Job You’re Pretty Excited About, Actually, and Maybe This Whole Twenty-Something Thing is Going to be All Right After All, Even if you’re A Little Terrified Sometimes, or Maybe Especially Because You’re Terrified, and Even if you’re Really Fed Up With the Five Pounds you’ve Gained.
Admittedly, I don’t usually drink at home and I’m working on my third jam jar of Moscato-based cocktail, and admittedly I just finished a five mile run so the endorphins are on my side, but gosh. Today I hurdled an emotional obstacle I’ve been banging my heart’s shins up against for a couple months (when I get tipsy, my heart gains metaphorical limbs, apparently), and I had good talks with both of my parents, and I feel quietly in love with life again.
Better get my shit packed for Hogwarts the train leaves tomorrow
listen if we are in a place with a photobooth we are going in that photobooth ok i don’t care that it’s always like five dollars. we’re doing it
the only kind of women that I do not support and love unconditionally are the ones that squat in public restrooms and...